Almost drew down last nite...

[nipprdog]

Lemme guess? "Eeet aint loaded!"

Do you now owe royalties to Kirk Freeman?

 

[Cameramonkey]

Do you now owe royalties to Kirk Freeman?

I'm a rebel.

 

[frenchiectfd2203]

Why do women squeal when startled?

Just means your doing it right..

 

[HoughMade]

“Everyone jumped and few women squealed”

That sounds like song lyrics?

Why do women squeal when startled?

It's a survival instinct- the best way for a woman to survive a threat is to summon a man.

 

[indiucky]

It's a survival instinct- the best way for a woman to survive a threat is to summon a man.

 

[HoughMade]

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Or a "survival of the species" instinct.

 

[indiucky]

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Everyone jumped and few women squealed.
Next thing I know, I had dropped my fork, my left hand had pulled my shirt to the side, and my right had grabbed the pistol.....

 

[Leadeye]

She didn't age well

For sure, but she did look good in witness. She has aged better than Kathleen Turner but not by a lot.

 

[Colt556]

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And I shot my tv!

 

[Max Volume]

I had something similar happen while attending a three day Gunsite class in Lebanon.
The sheriff told us which places to avoid because they were rowdy and which ones were safe. After the second
night I went out to one of the suggested safe places to eat. There were a few loud bangs which put
me high on red alert. Didn't draw but it was close and my hand was ready. Ended up being
women having a birthday party and they were popping balloons.

 

[Bassat]

I had a similar experience of reacting to training when not really necessary. Big exception: I wasn't carrying a gun. History: This was 1983 and I had recently come back to Indiana from a 4+ year deployment to West Germany with the 1st Armored Division. We had monthly "ALERT" drills: fake 'Are you ready for war?' practice sessions. At least once a year, we did total bug-outs. Twice during my time there, we actually drew weapons, trigger mechanisms for M60A3 tanks, and all the ammo from our bunkers. We took our status as first line defense of the Fulda gap (most likely location of Soviet ground invasion) extremely seriously. I was a section Sergeant and held my squad to the highest standards.

Back in the States, one day I got in the car and turned on the radio. I missed the warning that the station was going to test the Emergency Broadcast Alert Notification System. All I heard was the high-pitched, screaming squeal of the actual test. I went immediately into "ALERT" mode. I gotta: get to the barracks, wake everyone up, open the squad room, make sure everyone has the NBC Warfare Gear, get two cargo trucks to the ammo dump, get two fuel trucks to the tank park, yadda-yadda. My entire body was in Fight/Flight mode. It took me about 5 seconds to come back to reality, but it was one of the most intense experiences of my life. I had stopped the car in traffic, was sweating profusely, and right on the edge of losing it completely. When I recovered, I was shaking like a leaf, crying, bawling, sobbing uncontrollably. My wife had to drive home. Training taking over is not ALWAYS a good thing.

 

[DeadeyeChrista'sdad]

I had a similar experience of reacting to training when not really necessary. Big exception: I wasn't carrying a gun. History: This was 1983 and I had recently come back to Indiana from a 4+ year deployment to West Germany with the 1st Armored Division. We had monthly "ALERT" drills: fake 'Are you ready for war?' practice sessions. At least once a year, we did total bug-outs. Twice during my time there, we actually drew weapons, trigger mechanisms for M60A3 tanks, and all the ammo from our bunkers. We took hour status as first line defense of the Fulda gap (most likely location of Soviet ground invasion) extremely seriously. I was a section Sergeant and held my squad to the highest standards.

Back in the States, one day I got in the car and turned on the radio. I missed the warning that the station was going to test the Emergency Broadcast Alert Notification System. All I heard was the high-pitched, screaming squeal of the actual test. I went immediately into "ALERT" mode. I gotta: get to the barracks, wake everyone up, open the squad room, make sure everyone has the NBC Warfare Gear, get two cargo trucks to the ammo dump, get two fuel trucks to the tank park, yadda-yadda. My entire body was in Fight/Flight mode. It took me about 5 seconds to come back to reality, but it was one of the most intense experiences of my life. I had stopped the car in traffic, was sweating profusely, and right on the edge of losing it completely. When I recovered, I was shaking like a leaf, crying, bawling, sobbing uncontrollably. My wife had to drive home. Training taking over is not ALWAYS a good thing.

Sometimes it can seem like a pretty fine line between trained response and ptsd.